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26 desember 2006
...løkk med jula te dæ - min kjære
önska dig en stilla natt
även när juldags
morgon glimmar
finn en plats där det är varmt
härlig blir jorden
några timmar
välsigna barnet och hans mor
hoppas att far
är hyfsat nykter
ge en stund av sinnesro
till dom som grubblar
alltför mycket
önska dig inget eller allt
önska dig en stilla natt
nu tändas tusen juleljus
och genom fönstren
skytar prakten
kom ihåg och tänd ett ljus
för dom som behöver
änglavakten
önska dig inget eller allt
önska dig en stilla natt.
11 desember 2006
aldri skal noen binde meg på nesen at høsten er noget at samle på
I fucking hate this. I hate feeling like a chameleon.
I hate that you do the things I really don't want you to do. I hate you are making friends with people I think you should ignore. I hate that you are going behind my back. And I hate that I don't really wanna know what you are doing anyway.
I hate that you won't talk to me. I hate the fact that everybody thinks you're smart, when you aren't. And I hate that I hate you.
I hate that I need to talk to you. I hate that you seem to understand me better than I do.
I hate that you are so worried. I hate that I'm letting you down.
I hate that you find me exciting because of the wrong reasons.
I hate that you don't really care. I hate having to discuss unpleasant things with you. I hate the way you always make things more unpleasant than they need to be. I hate that you never finish the things you have started.
But the thing I hate most of all, is that you are running away
even though you want to stay.
And I hate that I understand why.
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